Xiao Qiyuan thought Mr. Xie, who would be very kind, walked to the desk, lifted up the rice paper spread on the desk and shook it.

"Is this a painting by His Highness?"

The little prince nodded nervously. He was bored just now while waiting for his husband to come, and he was just drawing and playing, scribbling the composition.

Seeing that the young prince was a little nervous, Pei Shu went over to take a look and said considerately: "Your Highness, the peach blossom painting is pretty good."

Although, this peach blossom picture is a bit difficult to describe in one word. The tree is not like a tree, the branches are not like branches, and the flowers are crowded and clustered together, giving people the feeling that the living space of the peach blossom is very crowded.

But he is better than her, at least he can tell that the painting is a peach blossom.

The child is still young, so it is already good to be able to draw like this.

Xie Xian turned to look at Pei Shu, and raised his thin lips in a smile of unknown meaning.

Pei Shu was puzzled by his smile.

"It's not a peach blossom, it's a crabapple." The little prince wrung his fingers and said, "Silk begonia."

"Haitang?" Pei Shu blinked and coughed: "They look strangely alike."

Xie Xian's eyebrows moved slightly: "Where is the image?"

Pei Shu mistook the crabapple for a peach blossom, which made Pei Shu a little embarrassed. She said: "The petals, the shape and color of the petals are very similar."

Painting is particularly about talent, and Pei Shu is one of those ignorant people who knows nothing about painting. In the words of her master, she is very freehand and abstract, an abstraction that most people cannot understand.

"Quiet words." Xie Xian glanced at her subtly, stopped looking at her, and concentrated on explaining to the prince: "The basic elements of painting are shape, line, light and shade, and color. Shape and color cannot be separated, and shape and color cannot be separated. That is,

There is no painting.”

Pei Shu, who felt a little guilty, touched her nose and forcibly brainwashed herself. Human beings have weaknesses. There is no shame in being bad at painting. She doesn't make a living by selling paintings. It doesn't matter whether she is bad or not.

"A painter paints. That is to say, lines are used as boundaries to form a painting. The brush is the bone, the ink and color are the flesh and blood, the breath and expression are the soul, and the style and interest are the mood. If you can have this, you can live."

Pei Shu was drowsy by the side, as if listening to a book from heaven.

She seemed to understand even though it was so complicated. Can the little prince understand?

I don’t know if education is a combination of entertainment, but Xie Gou is the first to gain power. Isn’t teaching and educating people better than her? Pei Shu secretly complained about the comparison.

However, the little prince listened very seriously and with great interest. He nodded frequently and asked questions shamelessly, as if he understood very well, which slapped Pei Shu in the face.

Well, dragons, dragons and grandsons are just different from ordinary people.

With good genes and early intelligence, Pei Shu found a way to make up for it.

Xie Xian patiently finished explaining and then started writing and demonstrating.

A picture of Begonia was quickly formed, with strong branches and corolla that are lifelike. With just a few strokes, the character is clearly displayed.

The little prince's eyes showed admiration: "Mr. Xie has great painting skills, and the paintings are just like the real ones."

Xie Xian clasped his hands behind his back and said: "Painting is not easy. If you don't make progress, you will fall back. It requires long-term study and accumulation. It may take three to five years to achieve a small success, and a big one will take at least ten years. I have been practicing for more than ten years and I can only scratch the surface."

It’s just a matter of mastering the art.”

"Your Highness is talented and intelligent, and given time, he will definitely surpass me."

When he said these words, his words were calm, his attitude was serious, and he was not at all complacent. He was speaking from the bottom of his heart.

He really lives up to his reputation as a humble gentleman.

Pei Shu had to admit that, aside from his dictatorial shortcomings, this man was indeed worthy of admiration in many aspects.

The little prince said: "Mr. Xie, can you give me this picture of Begonia?"

"Yes." Xie Xian's eyes fell on Pei Shu and said: "Since the painting has to be given to others, just painting without inscribing poems cannot be considered a complete work. Inscribing poems on paintings is part of the composition of the painting. Your Highness may wish to serve as a minister.

A poem with a painting title.”

"Ah, this..." The little prince looked at Pei Shu with pleading eyes.

After all, he is still young, so scribbling can be regarded as a hobby, but writing poems is really difficult for him.

Meeting the little prince's eyes asking for help, Pei Shu silently looked away and stared at the cloisonné enamel vase taking root in the corner.

If it’s difficult for you, won’t it be difficult for me?

God is fair. He gave her extraordinary beauty and a moderate IQ, but took away her poetic talent.

When it came to painting and poetry, Pei Shu wanted to die.

These two items were a perfect match for her destiny. Did she forget to read the almanac again when she went out today?

It feels like the whole world is against her.

No, no, no, the only one who was obstructing her was the doggy man beside her. She had to take back her praise of him. He was a treacherous villain. He knew her weakness well, but he led the matter to this point without any trace.

Deliberately trying to expose her shortcomings.

"A-yu keeps saying that she wants to help your highness to cultivate the body and mind, but the cultivation of temperament cannot be separated from the six arts of a gentleman, chess, calligraphy and painting. According to my observation, A-yu is probably unqualified in two of them."

As soon as Xie Xian's words came to light, Pei Shu felt that this was indeed the case. He was dissatisfied with his recommendation and excuse, and was nakedly seeking revenge.

Pei Shu has a heart attack, should she face the difficulties or admit defeat?

It's so hard to choose.

She didn't want to admit defeat, but writing poetry could really kill her.

When she first learned to compose poetry, she held it in for several days, and then she came up with a poem that was shocking to the heavens and made people cry.

After hearing this, the master was stunned for a long time, and then he said quietly, "You can only see your strengths when you have shortcomings."

Then she gave up decisively and never asked her to compose poetry again.

Xie Xian took a sip of tea and played with the taste: "A well-read and intelligent person can't even compose the simplest five-character poem?"

These words were obviously irritating her, but she lost to him in Lushan in her previous life, and then she lost again and again after going down the mountain. She probably lost too much, so Pei Shulai got angry and said, "Who said that!"

"Why don't you just write poetry? Why is it so difficult!" If you lose, you won't lose. Anyway, there are only three people here, so even if you lose face, it's not a big problem.

Xiao Qiyuan didn't understand the flash of swords between the two adults, and looked at Pei Shu expectantly.

Pei Shu took a deep breath, walked back and forth in Tianlu Pavilion, held the handle of the fan and tapped her palms, racking her brains and thinking hard.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the little prince almost fell asleep.

Xie Xian was patient, picked up the book, and flipped through it happily.

After holding it in for a long time, Pei Shu slapped her palm: "Yes."

Now that he had figured it out, the little prince suddenly became energetic, sat upright, and listened attentively.

Xie Xian also raised his eyes.

Whether the poem is good or not is another matter, confidence and momentum must be there. Pei Shu pretended to cough, put his hands behind his back, and chanted in a sweet voice,

"Flowers fade easily like a man's heart. Once gone, there is no looking back. There are four or five families in Yancun next door, six or seven pots and stoves, and they are always inseparable. How about... why not stew in one pot?"

I probably still felt a little guilty, and the ending was a bit stumbling.

Uh~ The little prince's eyes were twitching. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he thought it was quite interesting.

What nonsense, it's so far off topic. The more he listened, the tighter Xie Xian's brows furrowed.
Chapter completed!